tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49055919531430879122018-03-02T13:48:20.890-03:00Memoirs of a GringaJust another blog about an expat teaching in Chile. Filled with a dash of wit and sarcasm.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-49881953806097633372014-02-21T22:23:00.001-03:002014-02-22T11:09:19.039-03:00Lions and Tigers and BearsOr just tigers.<br /><br />This was the number one best thing I did in Thailand. We went to the Tiger Temple where I got to spend time feeding and playing with tiger cubs. Amazing.<br /><br />We arrived around noon, right when the temple opened. This was perfect because we got to spend time with the tigers before they were walked down to the canyon at 1:30. Everyone ends up in the canyon where you can take numerous photos with the tigers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSSabwsAeGg/UwfvUG53XhI/AAAAAAAACjo/PHzCtOsyYrc/s1600/t3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSSabwsAeGg/UwfvUG53XhI/AAAAAAAACjo/PHzCtOsyYrc/s1600/t3.png" height="295" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I signed up for a program to feed the tiger cubs. Eight of us were taken in to a large enclosure to play with the cubs. There were four 1-month olds and one 3-month old.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had to take off our shoes and were told to sit on the floor. The tiger cubs started walking all over us. &nbsp;They made a very funny, high pitched squeal if you picked them up. They were adorable.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8i_8Xob0oR0/UwfvXo9SYOI/AAAAAAAACjw/LhRSN1hkX0Y/s1600/t4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8i_8Xob0oR0/UwfvXo9SYOI/AAAAAAAACjw/LhRSN1hkX0Y/s1600/t4.png" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A bit later, a volunteer came in with warm bottles so we could feed the cubs. This is the 3-month old. He was a messy eater.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Yyenm-_mY/UwfvTM5HXmI/AAAAAAAACjg/vfLPBIfYzqc/s1600/t2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a7Yyenm-_mY/UwfvTM5HXmI/AAAAAAAACjg/vfLPBIfYzqc/s1600/t2.png" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRNDfBf6kO8/UwfvZMlasjI/AAAAAAAACj4/nsR0udZMunk/s1600/t5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRNDfBf6kO8/UwfvZMlasjI/AAAAAAAACj4/nsR0udZMunk/s1600/t5.png" height="400" width="298" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After eating, the younger cubs played a bit and then started to fall asleep. Did I mention yet that they were adorable?</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udnTcS23Z2E/UwfvaO0PpPI/AAAAAAAACkA/IA8O_3J7tmY/s1600/t7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udnTcS23Z2E/UwfvaO0PpPI/AAAAAAAACkA/IA8O_3J7tmY/s1600/t7.png" height="301" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-size: medium;">Look at that belly!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After the program ended (45 adorable-filled minutes), we went down to the canyon to take pictures with the big cats. This one is my favorite!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KqFE32MHAko/UwfvRbzPRrI/AAAAAAAACjY/JxZKvQk_GOk/s1600/t1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KqFE32MHAko/UwfvRbzPRrI/AAAAAAAACjY/JxZKvQk_GOk/s1600/t1.png" height="400" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-25774173171213049842014-02-21T17:06:00.000-03:002014-02-21T17:06:17.653-03:00Oh, Leonardo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">From Krabi, we caught a ferry to go visit the Phi Phi Islands (a place almost completely decimated by the 2004 tsunami). The islands are located in the Andaman Sea in between Krabi and Phukett.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvHqYd1TmyA/UweuommDKkI/AAAAAAAACjI/_M_H25hkG-o/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-02-21+at+4.43.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lvHqYd1TmyA/UweuommDKkI/AAAAAAAACjI/_M_H25hkG-o/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-02-21+at+4.43.02+PM.png" height="640" width="284" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mosquito Island? No, thanks.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The ferry dropped us off on Phi Phi Don, the larger of the two islands. I was particularly looking forward to going to Phi Phi Leh. Because of this guy:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtceBVvld_E/UweqEj2zIXI/AAAAAAAACi8/-2pnumd1Do8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-02-21+at+4.32.23+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtceBVvld_E/UweqEj2zIXI/AAAAAAAACi8/-2pnumd1Do8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-02-21+at+4.32.23+PM.png" height="400" width="270" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The movie <i>The Beach </i>was filmed there in a place named Maya Bay. So after checking into our hotel on Phi Phi Don, we hired a long boat to take us to Maya Bay.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg4TlYh3YZ0/UwepKw6lNvI/AAAAAAAACiA/T-EMq1s5Qfo/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg4TlYh3YZ0/UwepKw6lNvI/AAAAAAAACiA/T-EMq1s5Qfo/s1600/2.png" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way there, we stopped to see some monkeys, because well, why not?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NGP-DmPG_0/UwepLAQKfGI/AAAAAAAACiE/eXiQHDAt7oc/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NGP-DmPG_0/UwepLAQKfGI/AAAAAAAACiE/eXiQHDAt7oc/s1600/3.png" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Another boat had brought food and bottles of water. The monkeys are so smart, they figured out how to open them.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_oRN0xetHc/UwepRwRfhzI/AAAAAAAACic/Znq92h3za-s/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_oRN0xetHc/UwepRwRfhzI/AAAAAAAACic/Znq92h3za-s/s1600/4.png" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">About 20 minutes later we arrived at Maya Bay. Just look at the color of the water! It was pretty incredible.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAgHd0howH8/UwepSEJmgDI/AAAAAAAACig/SdOkLrWo7P4/s1600/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAgHd0howH8/UwepSEJmgDI/AAAAAAAACig/SdOkLrWo7P4/s1600/5.png" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was super hot and so we went to sit in the water. It was very shallow so you could go quite a ways out and still be only knee deep in the water.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhBBnEz_clk/UwepRMWWZaI/AAAAAAAACiU/SMRawCufXoI/s1600/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhBBnEz_clk/UwepRMWWZaI/AAAAAAAACiU/SMRawCufXoI/s1600/6.png" height="400" width="250" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Maya Bay is very popular with tourists. We were lucky enough to arrive in the mid afternoon, after most of the tourists had caught the last ferry back to Phukett or Krabi.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHO3zWmAwLU/UwepViRcTYI/AAAAAAAACis/eKj6EkyaZIs/s1600/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHO3zWmAwLU/UwepViRcTYI/AAAAAAAACis/eKj6EkyaZIs/s1600/7.png" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">On the other end of the island is a small lookout providing you with this view. I have dubbed it Gumdrop Island.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvWH27GNYD8/UwepXyqaVaI/AAAAAAAACi0/rQe8-gh8NIc/s1600/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvWH27GNYD8/UwepXyqaVaI/AAAAAAAACi0/rQe8-gh8NIc/s1600/8.png" height="298" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So yeah, Maya Bay rocked. My only criticism? No Leo. Seems like false advertising if you ask me.</div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-9059499716986358992014-01-27T13:59:00.004-03:002014-01-27T14:00:47.419-03:00Krabi Part 007<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On our second day in Krabi, we rented a long boat and went on a tour of some nearby islands that dot the Andaman Sea.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6b42jLR5b4/UuZQUrkIMdI/AAAAAAAACfg/-vFDlmogc3Y/s1600/IMG_4216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6b42jLR5b4/UuZQUrkIMdI/AAAAAAAACfg/-vFDlmogc3Y/s1600/IMG_4216.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRMVZj_Kzak/UuZQpC4vElI/AAAAAAAACfo/qi_tnKz-hYE/s1600/IMG_4223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRMVZj_Kzak/UuZQpC4vElI/AAAAAAAACfo/qi_tnKz-hYE/s1600/IMG_4223.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Our first stop was actually to get off the long boat and into an inflatable kayak. Each kayak had a guide who did all the work, leaving us tourists free to take pictures. We went <i>through </i>an island, as countless years of waves have created a rather larger tunnel.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncGfadUzKAg/UuZQIeRicDI/AAAAAAAACfY/zPQ5x_Q9ygw/s1600/IMG_4247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncGfadUzKAg/UuZQIeRicDI/AAAAAAAACfY/zPQ5x_Q9ygw/s1600/IMG_4247.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br />Our kayak guides also took us around the island. By far one of my most favorite parts of the trip!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smxic2RD8DM/UuZTj0ReCtI/AAAAAAAACf8/7_FDgdZqzXI/s1600/IMG_4302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smxic2RD8DM/UuZTj0ReCtI/AAAAAAAACf8/7_FDgdZqzXI/s1600/IMG_4302.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br />After getting back into the long boat, we headed off for James Bond Island, famously used in a (you guessed it) James Bond movie. <i>The Man with the Golden Gun</i> to be more precise.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXO5X7iem0A/UuZTwlR1rII/AAAAAAAACgE/6I1D6Lj-jos/s1600/IMG_4326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXO5X7iem0A/UuZTwlR1rII/AAAAAAAACgE/6I1D6Lj-jos/s1600/IMG_4326.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmufqi5fIWU/UuZThwF3VkI/AAAAAAAACf0/Qa9s8WA4bGg/s1600/IMG_4333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmufqi5fIWU/UuZThwF3VkI/AAAAAAAACf0/Qa9s8WA4bGg/s1600/IMG_4333.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from a cave on James Bond Island</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nw37YkH8M/UuZU1SUINlI/AAAAAAAACgM/Lo7UoKMUbiM/s1600/IMG_4338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3nw37YkH8M/UuZU1SUINlI/AAAAAAAACgM/Lo7UoKMUbiM/s1600/IMG_4338.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Long boats on the beach</td></tr></tbody></table><br />We ended our tour at a fishing village. Locals live and work on the pier. Tourists come to shop and eat at the fish restaurants.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei0QaGhaFHA/UuaNpPblv3I/AAAAAAAACgk/SYVZiB445M8/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei0QaGhaFHA/UuaNpPblv3I/AAAAAAAACgk/SYVZiB445M8/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mc49OIAKKCY/UuaNl_GBb7I/AAAAAAAACgc/7VOYqS4aJYE/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mc49OIAKKCY/UuaNl_GBb7I/AAAAAAAACgc/7VOYqS4aJYE/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MN-mYUrtpkg/UuaNsJaTxpI/AAAAAAAACgs/R3PN4iXJCXE/s1600/IMG_4363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MN-mYUrtpkg/UuaNsJaTxpI/AAAAAAAACgs/R3PN4iXJCXE/s1600/IMG_4363.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span id="goog_1745607347"></span><span id="goog_1745607348"></span><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-24770442776055294642014-01-27T08:53:00.001-03:002014-01-27T08:53:32.793-03:00Krabi Part One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Krabi is located on the west coast of southern Thailand. Directly from the airport we went to the aptly named Emerald Pool. After a short walk from the entrance, through a dense covering of trees, we arrived at the Emerald Pool. If our swimsuits hadn't been packed away in our suitcases we would have gone swimming. Instead, we continued walking until we reached the Blue Pool.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It may have been a million degrees outside, but even that couldn't spoil the natural beauty of the area.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxYc78GG628/UuYzzlDg2jI/AAAAAAAACeg/FDjhCkpYqpo/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxYc78GG628/UuYzzlDg2jI/AAAAAAAACeg/FDjhCkpYqpo/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFwgTsfCAZU/UuYzwJqYCTI/AAAAAAAACeY/mSh6T9_PjsM/s1600/IMG_4170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFwgTsfCAZU/UuYzwJqYCTI/AAAAAAAACeY/mSh6T9_PjsM/s1600/IMG_4170.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlocPc2iyXw/UuY2BpihgzI/AAAAAAAACfA/mnKlmUPizJA/s1600/IMG_4177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlocPc2iyXw/UuY2BpihgzI/AAAAAAAACfA/mnKlmUPizJA/s1600/IMG_4177.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgZLvXx0zRE/UuY0NSx18NI/AAAAAAAACeo/0Yum_j9c17M/s1600/IMG_4171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgZLvXx0zRE/UuY0NSx18NI/AAAAAAAACeo/0Yum_j9c17M/s1600/IMG_4171.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFMgL0DTH9Q/UuY1dYa6LgI/AAAAAAAACew/VGOz9MTsYto/s1600/IMG_4182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFMgL0DTH9Q/UuY1dYa6LgI/AAAAAAAACew/VGOz9MTsYto/s1600/IMG_4182.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47va8_T2cfk/UuY1pqLvPPI/AAAAAAAACe4/FxrAc2eoams/s1600/IMG_4183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47va8_T2cfk/UuY1pqLvPPI/AAAAAAAACe4/FxrAc2eoams/s1600/IMG_4183.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Emerald Pool</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMW9iaWS1wQ/UuY2T2TAgAI/AAAAAAAACfI/I-iyb0LLhpY/s1600/IMG_4189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMW9iaWS1wQ/UuY2T2TAgAI/AAAAAAAACfI/I-iyb0LLhpY/s1600/IMG_4189.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-67948219586394305772014-01-15T10:39:00.001-03:002016-02-17T23:42:29.620-03:00Big Fish<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So I'm a bit behind in posting. Deal with it.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of the first things we did was to participate in a traditional Buddhist tradition of releasing animals into the wild. The first thing we needed to do was&nbsp;acquire&nbsp;some animals. We stopped at a local market and bought some catfish and turtles. Obviously live ones. After securing them in the truck (catfish are gross), we bought some fish food and drove to a nearby pond.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZp8DjnIbXE/UtZ8zuTL9LI/AAAAAAAACbs/T1sdj4QJHNE/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZp8DjnIbXE/UtZ8zuTL9LI/AAAAAAAACbs/T1sdj4QJHNE/s400/3.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />Surrounding the pond are five pagodas, each with a dragon on it. These dragons are believed to be protecting the pond.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Back to the tradition. So the animals we bought were from a market. Like a market where people go to buy food. So if we hadn't bought these animals, someone else would have. And then eaten them. So we saved their little animal lives. Anyway, B<span style="text-align: center;">uddhists believe that by saving these animals' lives they will have a good life.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="text-align: center;">Different animals symbolize different things.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Catfish</b>: Releasing a catfish means that you will be able to overcome problems that may arise in your life. More literally, it's as if your problems will get pushed away by the whiskers of the catfish.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Turtle</b>: This one's simpler. Turtles symbolize a long life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Eels</b>: Your path through life will be smooth. Free from obstacles.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Fresh Water Snails</b>: These are for those people with a bitter, sad life. By releasing the snails you are releasing the bitterness from your own life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The number of animals you are to release and the day you are to release them, depends on the day of the week you were born. As Jitt was born on a Saturday, she released ten catfish. I was born on a Tuesday, so I would only need to release eight. Those born on a Friday are suppose to release twenty-one. That's a lot of slimy animals.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After she released the catfish, we took the turtles out, one by one, to place them in the pond.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2QldssON8/UtZ82XqeJ2I/AAAAAAAACb4/jBf9N5K8XOg/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2QldssON8/UtZ82XqeJ2I/AAAAAAAACb4/jBf9N5K8XOg/s400/2.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 19px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Right before the turtle visiously tried to attack me. (It wiggled. Same difference.)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After all the animals were safetly in the water, we started to feed the fish. They believe that by giving food to the fish, they themselves will never go hungry.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The pond was FULL of fish. And apparently they were all hungry.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB_AIg-zdUE/UtZ8zWf3yBI/AAAAAAAACbo/tjBqtHiyYQo/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB_AIg-zdUE/UtZ8zWf3yBI/AAAAAAAACbo/tjBqtHiyYQo/s400/1.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 19px;"><span style="font-size: small;">I named the big guy in the middle Ewan. As in McGregor. As in you either get it or you don't.&nbsp;</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />The area surrounding the pond was quite pretty. As I went to go take a picture of these orchids, I got to say the phrase, "I'm going to The Orchid".<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozX1J_PYewk/UtZ84OOi9nI/AAAAAAAACcE/NBkclaqJIEQ/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-01-15+at+7.11.49+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozX1J_PYewk/UtZ84OOi9nI/AAAAAAAACcE/NBkclaqJIEQ/s400/Screen+Shot+2014-01-15+at+7.11.49+PM.png" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not one to ever miss out on a LOST reference.</div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-51763634000911866292014-01-15T09:10:00.000-03:002014-01-15T09:10:25.086-03:00Elephant Butt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It isn't every day when you see this outside your car window.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7aJbV59YCk/UtZ6cQY3hLI/AAAAAAAACbg/P2YuyeL79gY/s1600/Screen+Shot+2014-01-15+at+7.08.43+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7aJbV59YCk/UtZ6cQY3hLI/AAAAAAAACbg/P2YuyeL79gY/s400/Screen+Shot+2014-01-15+at+7.08.43+PM.png" width="298" /></a></div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-25219277398192874022014-01-03T12:58:00.000-03:002014-01-03T22:25:35.622-03:00Getting Here<b>1 book</b>&nbsp;(Bill Bryson of course)<br /><b>6 movies</b><br /><b>6 flights/5 countries/3 continents: </b>Osorno-Valdivia-Santiago-Auckland-Sydney-Kuala Lumpur-Bangkok<br /><br />Total time including stop overs: Approximately <b>45</b> <b>hours</b><br /><b><br /></b>I rang in the New Year siting on the tarmac at the Santiago International Airport. The crew donned costumes and decorated the plane with streamers and balloons. After reaching cruising altitude, the crew played festive music over the intercom while serving complimentary champagne and firing off confetti poppers. I just made that word up. It was a long tube filled with confetti that "popped". Even the captain came out to shake hands. (He was also in a costume.) So yeah, they got into it.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYhTR9avGN8/UsbVey2TxTI/AAAAAAAACQ4/tIH0VC_zWgQ/s1600/IMG_3880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYhTR9avGN8/UsbVey2TxTI/AAAAAAAACQ4/tIH0VC_zWgQ/s400/IMG_3880.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boarding the plane</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-mhtFtVZzw/UsbVZQQADRI/AAAAAAAACQs/DqlNrPDaSh4/s1600/IMG_3882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-mhtFtVZzw/UsbVZQQADRI/AAAAAAAACQs/DqlNrPDaSh4/s400/IMG_3882.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CpWlAswNq8/UsbV1m1U8KI/AAAAAAAACRE/ec0JqJNNMEY/s1600/IMG_3885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CpWlAswNq8/UsbV1m1U8KI/AAAAAAAACRE/ec0JqJNNMEY/s400/IMG_3885.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blurry champagne</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So thirteen hours is a long time to sit on a plane. Or anywhere for that matter. But LAN has the best in flight entertainment on their long flights. For both legs (Santiago to NZ and NZ to Sydney) I had my own little touch screen filled with 100+ movies. And a bit of a variety, too. I watched four. Moneyball, Chicago, Pocahontas and Seeking a Friend for the End of the World. They had a few new movies as well, but I like to rewatch the same ones over and over again.<br /><br />So after 30 or so hours from first setting off, &nbsp;I had arrived in Sydney. After a bit of a delay I boarded an Air Asia flight to Malaysia. It was my first time flying with them so I was a bit shocked and disheartened (it was an 8 hour flight, after all) to discover that not only was there no in-flight entertainment (I'm seriously content with just the one giant shared screen and ANY movie), but they also didn't have any complimentary meal or drink service. No peanuts, no water, no tiny map showing where you are in relation to where you're going. No nothing. But then, just to make things worse, they also don't allow outside food or drinks. What the what? Who does that. Well, an airline that sells overpriced drinks and smelly food, that's who. To be totally fair, I'm sure this all helps to keep their costs down, as they are the leading low-cost airline in the area. (So said the courtesy magazine in the seat pocket in front of me.)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mivy17yn-A/UsbWlbfVFbI/AAAAAAAACRk/DkpguSSZJLo/s1600/IMG_3895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mivy17yn-A/UsbWlbfVFbI/AAAAAAAACRk/DkpguSSZJLo/s320/IMG_3895.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thankfully Bill was there to keep me company</td></tr></tbody></table>So after landing in Kuala Lumpur, being herded like cattle through security and getting my water taken away from me for the umpteenth time, I was finally only one short, two-hour flight away from Bangkok. As this flight was also with Air Asia, by the time I arrived in Thailand I was on the verge of suffering from dehydration. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But I was really FUCKING tired. After going through customs I found my Dad and Jitt and we drove to Pattaya where they live. About two hours toward the Gulf of Thailand.<br /><br />So there you go. It wasn't even remotely pleasant to get here. But Thailand more than made up for it as you can see in the following picture.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD6c_I_Tbes/UsbWbg71NKI/AAAAAAAACRc/e8WHBc08tpQ/s1600/IMG_3909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AD6c_I_Tbes/UsbWbg71NKI/AAAAAAAACRc/e8WHBc08tpQ/s400/IMG_3909.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coke Zero</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I'm sure I sound all bitter, but that's just the jet lag talking. I'm super excited to be here, I swear. (Insert smiling emoticon here.)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-28828819396708097652013-12-25T21:09:00.000-03:002013-12-26T07:06:30.130-03:00A Pointless Post about Coke (not the drug)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll never understand why Coke decided to put people's names on soda bottles. I'm guessing they thought people would be compelled to buy Coke if they saw a bottle with their name on it. Well. If Pepsi ever did this and on the off chance they used my name, I would NEVER buy it. Because ew. Pepsi sucks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, here are some of the names they used in Chile.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rzt2MQ4D8vM/UrtwyX_7heI/AAAAAAAACQc/6uosHQD4Du0/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-25+at+8.55.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rzt2MQ4D8vM/UrtwyX_7heI/AAAAAAAACQc/6uosHQD4Du0/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-12-25+at+8.55.59+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wonder how they came up with the list of names. Some are super common, like Diego, Alejandro and Constanza. Others I've never come across, like Fabiola, Hernan and Franco.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Working at a school, it's easy to see which names are popular (Valentina, Isidora, Consuelo, and Catalina for girls. Matias/Mathias, Clemente and Vicente for boys.)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So Coke, if you're listening, pick better names next time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-37300974906299824502013-12-25T20:46:00.001-03:002013-12-25T20:46:26.450-03:00Apparently I'm awesome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So the year is almost over. No more students. Two more days of work. Six more days until I leave for Thailand. Clearly I haven't done a great job of keeping this blog updated. Maybe next year will be better.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, this is a post I wanted to write for a while but I'm really good at finding other things to do. Here's how I was described by other people this year.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>One of my students in 8th grade was talking to me about my teeth. Probably because they're straight. Anyway, she told me I have "Willy Wonka teeth". Um, thanks? She assured me this was a compliment.</li></ul><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlG9UGdhee0/Upq1_htN1NI/AAAAAAAACNo/Q6Erv6__9O8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.50.31+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlG9UGdhee0/Upq1_htN1NI/AAAAAAAACNo/Q6Erv6__9O8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.50.31+AM.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not so sure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ul><li>After finding out that I had a discussion with a student about <a href="http://maggiebarron.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-post-about-vampires.html" target="_blank">vampires</a>, a coworker told me I was like Raj from The Big Bang Theory. If you're unfamiliar with the show, Raj often discusses various creatures with his friends.&nbsp;</li></ul><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/_qhdpCJ_Y6k/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/_qhdpCJ_Y6k&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/_qhdpCJ_Y6k&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Personally, I find nothing wrong with discussing supernatural beings with students. It's definitely more interesting than talking about things like the difference between the present perfect simple and the present perfect continuous.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa68GXhRndQ/Upq2AC2RhKI/AAAAAAAACNw/eYCJFkt-1vM/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.48.38+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa68GXhRndQ/Upq2AC2RhKI/AAAAAAAACNw/eYCJFkt-1vM/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.48.38+AM.png" width="241" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><ul><li>Okay the next one I still don't understand. One of my IV medio students told me I reminded him of Parks and Recreation. He didn't mention a specific character. But as long as he didn't mean Gerry, then I'm more than okay with the comparison.&nbsp;</li></ul><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxQ1KQQMW0c/Upq2GjJWfXI/AAAAAAAACOA/ULQI5Dc7Q_A/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+1.00.02+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxQ1KQQMW0c/Upq2GjJWfXI/AAAAAAAACOA/ULQI5Dc7Q_A/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+1.00.02+AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4b5zrBMIag/Upq2F9NIwVI/AAAAAAAACN4/KF5j77hBOeQ/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+1.00.41+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4b5zrBMIag/Upq2F9NIwVI/AAAAAAAACN4/KF5j77hBOeQ/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+1.00.41+AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This show is perfection.</div><br /><br /><ul><li>This last one has been brought up twice. One of my 7th graders told me I remind her of Monica Geller. Apparently we talk the same.&nbsp;</li></ul><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/IOgXYFyN1nA?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5Jr3fAZhL8/Upq2MVuN24I/AAAAAAAACOI/GC7ynNlR7a8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.53.33+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5Jr3fAZhL8/Upq2MVuN24I/AAAAAAAACOI/GC7ynNlR7a8/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.53.33+AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlbd88UA0SY/Upq2Ns8dFtI/AAAAAAAACOQ/QiIhREMS4hQ/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.53.50+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlbd88UA0SY/Upq2Ns8dFtI/AAAAAAAACOQ/QiIhREMS4hQ/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-12-01+at+12.53.50+AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Last week, I decided to do a little organizing. Carolina, my coworker, was upstairs in the computer lab so I sent her a picture of what I had done (we're weird like that).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erKZq8RV_5U/UrtqcUjN3SI/AAAAAAAACOs/LeWBWbk9omM/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-25+at+8.29.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erKZq8RV_5U/UrtqcUjN3SI/AAAAAAAACOs/LeWBWbk9omM/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-12-25+at+8.29.06+PM.png" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Apparently organizing CDs alphabetically and by category isn't normal.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzHLzypyUG0/UrtrXLV5TTI/AAAAAAAACO0/uTQJLjBTl1U/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-12-25+at+8.33.07+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzHLzypyUG0/UrtrXLV5TTI/AAAAAAAACO0/uTQJLjBTl1U/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-12-25+at+8.33.07+PM.png" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So there you go. Willy Wonka, Raj, all of Parks and Rec, and Monica Geller. Not bad. Could have been worse.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-25151733877724512232013-11-03T21:52:00.001-03:002013-11-07T18:17:53.501-03:00What Does the Fox Say?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks to a combination of my students, some gringo friends and a dancing competition TV show, this song has been stuck in my head ALL.WEEK.LONG.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It seemed like everywhere I went this week people were either &nbsp;playing, singing, or dancing to this song. So here is <i>The Fox </i>by Norwegian duo Ylvis.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/jofNR_WkoCE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/jofNR_WkoCE&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://youtube.googleapis.com/v/jofNR_WkoCE&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Yes, this song was written as a joke/criticism of certain music genres. But who really cares?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's just so damn catchy.&nbsp;</div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-41691952851694508852013-11-03T00:41:00.000-03:002013-11-21T14:53:00.569-03:00Toy Story 3I'm slowly catching up. So in the beginning of October my students in IVº medio did their play. (IV medio is equivalent to 12th grade.) Months before, they decided they wanted to do Toy Story 3. We finished the script in June and we had been working on the play&nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">sporadically since then. It was definitely a bit stressful. Probably more for me than for them. They've been doing plays since Iº medio (9th grade) but this was my first. I ended up standing backstage with them to help with the curtains so I was able to take a few pictures. I'm obviously very biased, seeing how they are my favorite class, but I thought they did an excellent job!</span><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAxH1JEyMlw/UnW-3H56cqI/AAAAAAAACMM/7u3Ec0kdIbM/s1600/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAxH1JEyMlw/UnW-3H56cqI/AAAAAAAACMM/7u3Ec0kdIbM/s400/6.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting Lotso and Big Baby at Sunnyside.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VSYQMRSap4/UnW-0hA5W7I/AAAAAAAACME/-s0Z0kKnRZQ/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VSYQMRSap4/UnW-0hA5W7I/AAAAAAAACME/-s0Z0kKnRZQ/s400/4.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barbie and Ken</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWgB-b7zNrM/UnW-tT-dwbI/AAAAAAAACLs/3iTSMyvtPks/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWgB-b7zNrM/UnW-tT-dwbI/AAAAAAAACLs/3iTSMyvtPks/s400/1.png" width="298" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bonnie's room.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KY3TMsyRhl4/UnW-3lQVkhI/AAAAAAAACMQ/rM-vXdMy_1o/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KY3TMsyRhl4/UnW-3lQVkhI/AAAAAAAACMQ/rM-vXdMy_1o/s400/2.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Commander Buzz.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2giIxNfSts/UnW-uyQqt7I/AAAAAAAACL0/9l0uFFbZ75U/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2giIxNfSts/UnW-uyQqt7I/AAAAAAAACL0/9l0uFFbZ75U/s400/3.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tackling Buzz.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the next class we celebrated by having a small party. The kids brought in food and drinks. And naturally, I just had to make cupcakes. Toy Story themed cupcakes. With aliens! It's hard to see in the picture but those green blobs are little martians.&nbsp;</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2ABX8QYwmo/UnW-z9tF8kI/AAAAAAAACL8/dRE5x36LNmU/s1600/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2ABX8QYwmo/UnW-z9tF8kI/AAAAAAAACL8/dRE5x36LNmU/s400/5.png" width="395" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"....the claaaaw....."&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And they gave us this cute thank you note.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Ufp0KFilg/UnXFLKZD3pI/AAAAAAAACM0/XF3LQKnQtzk/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-11-03+at+12.37.54+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Ufp0KFilg/UnXFLKZD3pI/AAAAAAAACM0/XF3LQKnQtzk/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-11-03+at+12.37.54+AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm going to miss these kids next year!</div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-83137416023877693052013-10-27T20:20:00.000-03:002013-10-27T20:20:42.970-03:00The General<div>Sundays definitely suck less when the upcoming workweek ends two days early. Thursday and Friday are holidays here in Chile (not because of Halloween) so that means we get an extra long weekend. Sounds good to me.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Another thing that sounds good? Live music. For music video Sunday here's Dispatch singing <i>The General.</i> Only one of my favorite songs ever.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/tvF6QHF-t-o?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-27667740831111649612013-10-27T13:23:00.000-03:002013-10-27T13:23:29.863-03:00Karneval <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay prepare for on onslaught of late posts. October has been a busy month. The month started with the celebration of the German festival, Karneval. Students were separated into one of five groups: costumes, masks, dance, music and floats. The teachers were also assigned to different groups to help the students with the various tasks. I worked with the students in the mask group. We spent three days helping the students create masks for themselves and their friends in other groups. At the end of the third day we walked in a short parade through town. We all dressed up in different costumes and walked along side the two floats. The kids definitely had a blast.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yIHHIT1mJy4/Um01nllzjGI/AAAAAAAACK4/6YvytZXxv9g/s1600/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yIHHIT1mJy4/Um01nllzjGI/AAAAAAAACK4/6YvytZXxv9g/s400/6.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxNJkEQQAoQ/Um01cmaWppI/AAAAAAAACKg/oBVWnY5sqzM/s1600/0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxNJkEQQAoQ/Um01cmaWppI/AAAAAAAACKg/oBVWnY5sqzM/s400/0.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shT3UP46cpk/Um01bcrLwMI/AAAAAAAACKY/0qtnywsHriA/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shT3UP46cpk/Um01bcrLwMI/AAAAAAAACKY/0qtnywsHriA/s400/1.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXqTmzlPjhw/Um01xvcPzyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/jHVH5K8l8Jk/s1600/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXqTmzlPjhw/Um01xvcPzyI/AAAAAAAACLQ/jHVH5K8l8Jk/s400/8.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Obviously no German celebration would be complete without someone dressed in a beer costume...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ha4epf6Lz0o/Um01tHcmQQI/AAAAAAAACLA/dttNUGB3rj4/s1600/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ha4epf6Lz0o/Um01tHcmQQI/AAAAAAAACLA/dttNUGB3rj4/s400/7.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...or a giant pretzel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u6tb3H8-Hs/Um01yzUW4zI/AAAAAAAACLY/q0ayV8QosNM/s1600/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u6tb3H8-Hs/Um01yzUW4zI/AAAAAAAACLY/q0ayV8QosNM/s400/9.png" width="275" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the teachers before we left for the parade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqSQwBaJOoQ/Um01enJ062I/AAAAAAAACKo/MWUj47JmprI/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqSQwBaJOoQ/Um01enJ062I/AAAAAAAACKo/MWUj47JmprI/s400/2.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A group of students and teachers. I'm the one in black standing next to the devil. I'm the cat. Not the woman in blackface on the other side of the devil.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_3rEV4_Zfg/Um01tQ2kWTI/AAAAAAAACLE/olDn5JA49Zo/s1600/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_3rEV4_Zfg/Um01tQ2kWTI/AAAAAAAACLE/olDn5JA49Zo/s400/5.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And of course, the English department.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78hm7fO9MHY/Um01hvqKmwI/AAAAAAAACKw/cu3o_KQ_rZ0/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78hm7fO9MHY/Um01hvqKmwI/AAAAAAAACKw/cu3o_KQ_rZ0/s400/4.png" width="397" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-6071335546893736282013-10-23T20:48:00.000-03:002013-10-23T20:48:53.545-03:00El campo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVBAtOah6Rs/UmhgEpiHXOI/AAAAAAAACKI/h3c5hdW5MdI/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-10-23+at+8.45.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVBAtOah6Rs/UmhgEpiHXOI/AAAAAAAACKI/h3c5hdW5MdI/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-10-23+at+8.45.36+PM.png" width="398" /></a></div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-66629152322394127232013-10-14T19:52:00.000-03:002013-11-21T15:03:20.413-03:00A Post About VampiresSo today in 7th grade English we were reading an article in the book about Bono. It mentioned that he worked with a charity dealing with AIDS in Africa. I asked my students if they knew what AIDS was. They didn't at first, but when I told them the acronym in Spanish they knew what it was. One student raised her hand and of all things this is what she asked:<br /><br />"Miss, if a vampire bites someone with AIDS will they die?"<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTvv2ashbug/Ulx1E4D6liI/AAAAAAAACJ4/fEqGpMTWun0/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-10-14+at+7.49.21+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="323" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CTvv2ashbug/Ulx1E4D6liI/AAAAAAAACJ4/fEqGpMTWun0/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-10-14+at+7.49.21+PM.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just ignore Tom. He ruins everything.</td></tr></tbody></table>So a normal person would probably just dismiss a question like this. But I am not a normal person. So I told her I didn't think so because vampires don't suffer from diseases. Unless that disease is the sun. Or getting your head ripped off. (I am so <i>that </i>teacher.)<br /><br />A few minutes later she raised her hand and asked an equally important follow up question.<br /><br />"Miss, if a vampire bites a zombie will he die?"<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxoBlGn2qTI/Uo5JpgfggkI/AAAAAAAACNQ/IrmFics90Po/s1600/The-Walking-Dead-season-f-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxoBlGn2qTI/Uo5JpgfggkI/AAAAAAAACNQ/IrmFics90Po/s400/The-Walking-Dead-season-f-007.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They should kill everyone off and rename it "The Daryl Show". I'd watch that. Happily.</td></tr></tbody></table>I told her that vampires would never want to bite a zombie. Vampires are simply not that stupid.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-13281471555354032792013-09-11T20:42:00.000-03:002013-09-11T20:42:52.489-03:00Toy Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Two more weeks!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IA768J0sRnU/UjD_gtRvpGI/AAAAAAAACJU/9_uwAOhmuo0/s1600/TEATRO_INGLES_20132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IA768J0sRnU/UjD_gtRvpGI/AAAAAAAACJU/9_uwAOhmuo0/s640/TEATRO_INGLES_20132.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-7588750961686227242013-09-02T21:40:00.000-03:002013-09-02T22:04:21.622-03:00The one with all the cakeI should preface this by saying that this post has been sitting in my draft folder for almost three months. On the plus side, it is now filled with even more deliciousness.<br /><br /><br />So it all started back in May when I made this Optimus Prime cake for my friend/coworker's birthday. His name is Alex and I planned the whole thing with his wife, Carolina, who also happens to be an awesome friend/coworker/(cup)cake lover. &nbsp;(By all means, feel free to look at the cake and marvel in its awesomeness <a href="http://maggiebarron.blogspot.com/2013/05/cake.html" target="_blank">here</a>.)<br /><br /><br />Immediately after that cake, I started planning with Carolina for her son's 5th birthday which was in June. After browsing Pinterest for many free periods (just kidding we didn't do this at work...) we found a cake I felt I could actually replicate and have it still be recognizable. Here's the <a href="http://i-heart-baking.blogspot.ca/2012/10/spiderman-birthday-cake.html" target="_blank">original</a> in case you were curious. But more importantly here's mine:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4V1d8tZPQ_Q/UiUmkXXjtZI/AAAAAAAACIo/etxioYXWwWw/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.00.35+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4V1d8tZPQ_Q/UiUmkXXjtZI/AAAAAAAACIo/etxioYXWwWw/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.00.35+pm.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta-da!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Here's me meticulously spreading the red frosting inside Spidey's face with an off-set spatula. (I didn't want to mess up his eyes.)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLWIj9ZVL8Q/UiUmpIK1FtI/AAAAAAAACI8/35MEi-A7KIQ/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.03.03+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLWIj9ZVL8Q/UiUmpIK1FtI/AAAAAAAACI8/35MEi-A7KIQ/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.03.03+pm.png" width="301" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Better yet, here's a picture with said 5 year old and his Spiderman cake!</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bvbNJQj8_c/UiUmkLwAYcI/AAAAAAAACIk/gVU8PaE2ZPs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.00.53+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bvbNJQj8_c/UiUmkLwAYcI/AAAAAAAACIk/gVU8PaE2ZPs/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.00.53+pm.png" width="398" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To simply say that I adore this kid would be the understatement of the century.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Okay, so a few weeks after The (definitely) Amazing Spider-Man cake our school was getting ready for the alianza. If you're curious what an alianza is you can read about <a href="http://maggiebarron.blogspot.com/2011/10/alianza.html" target="_blank">here</a> as I'm too lazy to explain it again. Since my current school is smaller than the last, the students were divided only into two teams rather than four. Half the students were on the Justice League team and the others were on the Scooby-Doo team. (The theme was cartoons or something like that.) (I'd also like to point out that I clearly arrived at the school a year too late, as last year's teams were The Lord of the Rings vs. HARRY FREAKING POTTER. )<br /><br />Anyway, so some of my students in IV Medio (12th grade) asked me to help them with an event for the alianza that had to do with cooking. Apparently someone thought it would be a fun task to ask students to create an entire meal FROM SCRATCH in 3 hours in a tiny kitchen with an oven with no temperature dial. And when I say from scratch I mean nothing could be store bought. This included bread, tortilla chips and pasta, all of which were made by either team. And we had to share the oven with the other team, whose teacher helper was none other than Miss Carolina. (If you don't know who she is scroll back to the top of the page and start reading again.)<br /><br />(Maybe it's the fact that I haven't really blogged in like forever that is causing me to get so effing off topic.)<br /><br />So I was helping the students from the Scooby-Doo team and they wanted to do this crazy overly ambitious Mystery Machine cake. After baking the cake for pretty much double the prescribed time and cooling it off in the freezer we were left with 30 minutes or so to decorate it. Given the amount of time we had I thought it looked pretty awesome.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg4RjpVDXpU/UiUmjU5XPFI/AAAAAAAACIc/--Qs_vws9io/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.01.07+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg4RjpVDXpU/UiUmjU5XPFI/AAAAAAAACIc/--Qs_vws9io/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.01.07+pm.png" width="395" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Moving on, only two pictures left to go. So this next one shouldn't take too long to explain. Every Friday the greatest department in all the land has a 45 minute meeting. Obviously I'm referring to the English department at DS Villarrica. Said department consists of myself, the aforementioned Alex and Carolina and our fearless leader David, who, just in case you were curious is from France. So between the four of us we collectively speak four languages: English, French, Spanish and German. (We couldn't be any more amazing if we tried.) Anyway so I decided to make chocolate peanut butter cupcakes for one of our meetings. I definitely almost went into a diabetic coma after eating only one as I may have gone a little overboard on the peanut butter frosting.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ky4iK09DTk/UiUmn20dl9I/AAAAAAAACI0/Ng_VdbqlSx0/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.01.41+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ky4iK09DTk/UiUmn20dl9I/AAAAAAAACI0/Ng_VdbqlSx0/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.01.41+pm.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Last one. These adorable little mini cupcakes were made last week. Carolina, another avid cupcake fan, decided to start a business selling cupcakes. After creating a page on Facebook, the orders started coming in. Since she had to go out of town last week, she asked me to fill an order for her. So I got to make 24 mini chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. Feel free to check out her page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/kleincupcakes" target="_blank">here</a>. Better yet, next time you're in Villarrica order some!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnwKWpaCP_o/UiUmwy2XX7I/AAAAAAAACJE/cYERLii5c14/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.06.40+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnwKWpaCP_o/UiUmwy2XX7I/AAAAAAAACJE/cYERLii5c14/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-09-02+at+8.06.40+pm.png" width="293" /></a></div><br />If you successfully made it to the end of this post I'll give you a gold star sticker the next time I see you.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-3381526406337320142013-08-24T01:32:00.001-03:002013-08-24T01:32:46.452-03:00NBD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, just some pictures of that lake across the street.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GR-96I7de8/Uhgypy-qbrI/AAAAAAAACH4/LW1hpOhoYwc/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-08-24+at+12.13.42+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GR-96I7de8/Uhgypy-qbrI/AAAAAAAACH4/LW1hpOhoYwc/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-08-24+at+12.13.42+am.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKR-KdoA-XQ/UhgyqEBwOtI/AAAAAAAACH8/MTOJSI_pUQ8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-08-24+at+12.14.08+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKR-KdoA-XQ/UhgyqEBwOtI/AAAAAAAACH8/MTOJSI_pUQ8/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-08-24+at+12.14.08+am.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RjdRdoREkY/Uhg1HOq7e8I/AAAAAAAACIM/XiTMGVa2fpg/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-08-24+at+12.27.09+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RjdRdoREkY/Uhg1HOq7e8I/AAAAAAAACIM/XiTMGVa2fpg/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-08-24+at+12.27.09+am.png" width="397" /></a></div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-85996344315703222992013-08-04T20:02:00.001-03:002013-08-04T20:02:29.169-03:00Mass TextI actually feel bad for posting this video. It's that horrible. Remember when Rebecca Black came out with that terrible song? Of course you do. But here's the video anyway because I'm sure my mom has no idea what I'm referencing.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kfVsfOSbJY0?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />Anyway, on Monday I was having class with my 8th graders and I told them about a new video I had seen that was even worse than Rebecca Black. (They, unlike my mother, know who she is.) They insisted I show them the video so I looked it up and showed it to them during the last 5 minutes of class. Thankfully, they agreed that the video was terrible. The "singing" and "dancing" are horrific. The song is ridiculous. As are the Barbies and the dog. The one thing we all agreed on was that the video is absolutely hilarious. (I'm sure that was not the singer's intention.)<br /><br />Anyway, if you haven't already seen it, and my glowing review hasn't yet made you close the page, here is Tay Allyn's video "Mass Text". If you've made it this far you might as well watch the video.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/XMgcHv-HGCY?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sorry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If it makes you feel any better, for the rest of the week my students sang bits and pieces of this song during our class. So every day I left their room with this horrible song stuck in my head.</div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-8149452086116734092013-08-04T19:50:00.000-03:002013-08-04T19:50:19.590-03:00Little Lion Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have no words. This song is that good.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/lLJf9qJHR3E?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Also, Marcus Mumford has a huge neck.</div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-81564557795800344882013-07-28T22:56:00.002-03:002013-07-28T22:56:52.617-03:00The Hardest PartThe absolute hardest part about the end of a three week vacation from school is the fact that tomorrow I will no longer be able to sleep in until 10. (Okay, let's be honest, 11.) Waking up tomorrow at 6:30 is going to be, quite possibly, the worst thing ever.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So sticking with the same theme, here's <i>The Hardest Part</i> by Coldplay. I can get over the absurdity that is this video because I love them that much. And I love this song.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/1Tp0r9197uo?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /><br /><br />Coldplay makes everything better. Even 6:30am wake up calls.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-29049000387188781612013-07-16T21:47:00.000-03:002013-07-17T12:26:06.675-03:00Back to BradfordIt's currently week two of my three week break from school. Last week I went to Santiago to visit with friends and family. One day I went to my old school to see my students. It was a lot of fun. I ate lunch with the girls (alternating between tables so no one got upset) and I was able to stay with them during their art class.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pictures from the visit.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoMt2rHapXw/UeXo6PkVxJI/AAAAAAAACGM/WBb4eGEAsCM/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.41.56+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoMt2rHapXw/UeXo6PkVxJI/AAAAAAAACGM/WBb4eGEAsCM/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.41.56+pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xn5-WqTnsQ/UeXo1jahC6I/AAAAAAAACF8/RxEQgk9nXqw/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.42.25+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xn5-WqTnsQ/UeXo1jahC6I/AAAAAAAACF8/RxEQgk9nXqw/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.42.25+pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEHiWYN5Rgk/UeXo1pymvtI/AAAAAAAACF4/y41GdIFNpPU/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.42.39+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEHiWYN5Rgk/UeXo1pymvtI/AAAAAAAACF4/y41GdIFNpPU/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.42.39+pm.png" width="297" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2J3lZHEL8A/UeXo58bUxUI/AAAAAAAACGI/B2fESDeKOg8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.42.49+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2J3lZHEL8A/UeXo58bUxUI/AAAAAAAACGI/B2fESDeKOg8/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-07-16+at+8.42.49+pm.png" width="293" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'd just like to point out that many of these SIXTH GRADERS are the same height as me. &nbsp;</div>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-9961822858237884132013-06-30T21:58:00.000-03:002013-06-30T21:58:16.442-03:00I Want it That WayTomorrow is the last week of the semester. This means that come Friday, I'll be able to sleep in for three whole weeks. That's right, we get three weeks of vacation!<br /><br />Anyway, here's a song that I listen to every morning while driving to work. Pretty much on repeat. And I sing along. Loudly. Each time I listen I try to alternate which BSB harmony to sing along to. (Except for Howie's. Never been a fan of his.) (Reading this back, I realize I sound like a huge nerd. I'm okay with that.)<br /><br />I was a huge BSB fan when I was younger. (In case you were wondering my favorite was, and still is, AJ.) I think when you're thirteen years old you don't really try to find a meaning behind the song. Well now I'm 29 and I can tell you that I have no effing idea what this song is about. Which way are they talking about? Because at first he wants it that way, then she wants it that way and then, just to make it more confusing, he never wants to hear her say that she wants it that way. What the what?!<br /><br />(Apparently I'm not the only one who has <a href="http://blogs.laweekly.com/westcoastsound/2011/12/backstreet_boys_i_want_it_that.php" target="_blank">questioned</a> the meaning of this song.)<br /><br />So here's the video. (Nice airplane, guys.) If you're able to make any sense of it, please, for the love of all that is holy, let me know.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/4fndeDfaWCg?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-31124775563093139172013-06-28T15:42:00.001-03:002013-06-28T15:42:28.316-03:00Granizo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5ztqzXmtNc/Uc3Ysh3mtKI/AAAAAAAACFQ/W3T5klS8ahE/s932/Screen+Shot+2013-06-28+at+2.40.36+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5ztqzXmtNc/Uc3Ysh3mtKI/AAAAAAAACFQ/W3T5klS8ahE/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-06-28+at+2.40.36+pm.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A student running through a hail storm.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4905591953143087912.post-18618550020940974772013-06-16T16:55:00.000-03:002016-02-17T23:39:15.010-03:00Gelatipulpo and other things that make me laughI know, I know. I haven't blogged in forever. Sometimes I just don't feel like it. So to make up for my absence, here's a whole post of stuff I found funny enough to take a picture of.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty much this entire menu is funny. Who would order something containing "sea squirt"? Don't even get me started on the Echinoderms.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQTqymEm_so/Ub4Tw8MroeI/AAAAAAAACDo/zECIlKeblaM/s1600/DSC06894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQTqymEm_so/Ub4Tw8MroeI/AAAAAAAACDo/zECIlKeblaM/s320/DSC06894.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is a sign in Villarrica. It is supposed to say <i>retorno</i>&nbsp;which is a lane set up to make a u-turn. Anyway, some clever kid changed the t to a p. I like to imagine that every time he (obviously it was a boy) drives past this he laughs to himself ala Beavis and Butthead because it says porno.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMMG05gCaB8/Ub4Tx0hT4oI/AAAAAAAACDw/gOsTzIaO9Uo/s1600/IMG_1217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMMG05gCaB8/Ub4Tx0hT4oI/AAAAAAAACDw/gOsTzIaO9Uo/s320/IMG_1217.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Poorly translated signs will never not be funny. This one is in a grocery store in Púcon.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAFMVwdzHUk/Ub4TuOxQgwI/AAAAAAAACDg/QrniFpgIHLI/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+10.54.52+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAFMVwdzHUk/Ub4TuOxQgwI/AAAAAAAACDg/QrniFpgIHLI/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+10.54.52+am.png" width="238" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Grampas for sale! Only $1890! That's a pretty sweet deal. For only 4 bucks you can get your very own grampa.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG_kXH43K_s/Ub4T16yWNhI/AAAAAAAACEA/RqoF9UMN8u8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+10.58.55+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG_kXH43K_s/Ub4T16yWNhI/AAAAAAAACEA/RqoF9UMN8u8/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+10.58.55+am.png" width="242" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Every day I have to drive past this horrible sign. "Camping"?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">SERIOUSLY?!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It "kills" me every time I see this horrible apostrophe catastrophe.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fmap_-a9igY/Ub4T5MajSBI/AAAAAAAACEI/MTbpuYhn178/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+10.59.25+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fmap_-a9igY/Ub4T5MajSBI/AAAAAAAACEI/MTbpuYhn178/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+10.59.25+am.png" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Update: While driving to work this morning I realized that the sign is incorrectly using quotation marks, not apostrophes. I would have just changed it, but I so enjoyed "apostrophe catastrophe". Every time I say it in my head I use a made up accent so the two words rhyme. And it makes me laugh. So I'm leaving it here.&nbsp;</i></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It may be hard to read, but this imported garlic (that we bought without realizing it was imported) has the slogan "Fresh, we always".</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HInGFfXNkko/Ub4T6UKV4DI/AAAAAAAACEQ/1RoSxnSMF0s/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+11.02.42+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HInGFfXNkko/Ub4T6UKV4DI/AAAAAAAACEQ/1RoSxnSMF0s/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+11.02.42+am.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yum! Placenta conditioner!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N85CHKMGZdA/Ub4T8fM8LTI/AAAAAAAACEg/p9qsNpWCWnk/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+11.03.08+am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N85CHKMGZdA/Ub4T8fM8LTI/AAAAAAAACEg/p9qsNpWCWnk/s320/Screen+Shot+2013-03-23+at+11.03.08+am.png" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If the popsicle isn't calamari flavored, why did they name it after an octopus??&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And why does it only have 6 legs?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He looks pissed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBG3mEm-u3k/Ub4T-V51NGI/AAAAAAAACEo/VXfEGORwY1g/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-05-26+at+10.05.54+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBG3mEm-u3k/Ub4T-V51NGI/AAAAAAAACEo/VXfEGORwY1g/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-05-26+at+10.05.54+pm.png" width="218" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Okay this one is from a train station in Antwerp, Belgium.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every time I see this picture it makes me laugh.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Probably the best?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VO4UjbFaVN8/Ub4T-3_RI1I/AAAAAAAACEw/EkvxW8_okoE/s1600/Screen+Shot+2013-06-16+at+3.34.49+pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VO4UjbFaVN8/Ub4T-3_RI1I/AAAAAAAACEw/EkvxW8_okoE/s400/Screen+Shot+2013-06-16+at+3.34.49+pm.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669566034892169915noreply@blogger.com1